The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 964 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 60

   "Bang!"

   Gunshots.

  The bullet hit Fu Jingshen's feet, scorching his trouser legs!

  He froze in place.

  The scene was thrown into a boulder in an instant, setting off a stormy sea!

  Chu Jin'an held a gun in his hand and pointed it at him with a cold face: "If you dare to step into the Chu Mansion again, the bullet will not hit your foot."

  Fu Jingshen didn't expect that Chu Jin'an would shoot, let alone that she dared to shoot. After reacting, he was furious: "Chu Jin'an! Are you courting death?!"

   A heavy wooden crutch hit Fu Jingshen fiercely, Chu Changzong said in a deep voice.

   "As long as my old bones are still there, if Liu Shao wants to touch my daughter, he must first consider whether he can step down the gate of the Chu Mansion!"

  This father and daughter have the same temperament.

  The people who were playing suona behind Fu Jingshen took out their guns one after another. The muzzles of the guns were black and surrounded the Chu Mansion!

  The wind blows and kills heavily.

  Fu Jingshen stared at Chu Jin'an, who was blocked by Chu Changzong, and smiled instead of anger. His eyes were like poisonous snakes inseparable from love, strangling her by the throat.

  He raised his hand to tell them to put down their guns: "Doctor Chu, the big wedding on the fifteenth day of next month, if you don't come, I will have someone tie you up."

  Chu Jinan held the gun tightly, without stage fright: "Get out!"

  Fu Jingshen left all the money, but did not take the dowry, so he forced it to her. Chu Jinan set a fire and burned everything clean. The fire was so fierce that it dyed half the sky red.

   Seeing Fu Jingshen, he laughed for a long time, tears were about to come out, and when he turned his head, his face was gloomy.

  On the wedding night, he will make Chu Jin'an pay for it!

  After Chu Jinan finished burning things, he immediately ran back to his room and buried himself in packing his luggage. There were not many things with him, so it was convenient for him to go.

   Kneeling on the cold ground, the sun shone in the room, unable to warm up.

  I can't stay here anymore, there is no other use except waiting for things to get worse and worse, she has to go to the battlefield.

Chu Jin'an suddenly remembered something, a white light flashed across his head, he got up hastily, ran to the dresser to pull the last drawer, but forgot to lock it, he couldn't pull it open no matter how hard he tried, there was a bang bang sound, his little finger was bruised and white .

   Only then did she realize that the key was thrown by her.

  Chu Jin'an was at a loss for two seconds, and immediately went to look through the flower pot in front of the window. His hands holding the scalpel were covered in mud and he didn't care, and finally found the silver key.

   click.

  Small sound like ocean waves.

  The key is screwed into the lock hole, and the drawer is pulled open.

  In the shadows quietly lay a jade pendant and a letter, the only thoughts he left for her.

   I have never dared to look at it.

  Chu Jinan lost strength in his hand and the key fell to the ground.

  While wiping his hands and opening the letter, Chu Jin'an inexplicably thought of the scene at the lake that day, throwing away the things that he didn't throw away twice, is it a fortune teller, or is it forced to stay?

She closed her eyes and opened the letter with cold fingers. She looked at the letter in front of her. There was no writing on it. She didn't know what he would write. The crease wants to open, all give up at the edge.

   eventually unfolds.

  A few lines of words came into my eyes, I only hated the short paper and the long love.

  The autumn is deep, the sunset is west, the setting sun is gentle and bright, the house is slanted, the wind blows through the treetops, and there is silence.

  The corner of the letter paper was blown by the wind, and the blurred light outlined black and white characters.

  The letter said:

   The war is not peaceful, do not take home as a home.

  You know what I mean, if you can survive, you will be hired without any harm. If things go against your wishes, don't feel sad, you must go to Zhou Jitang to find a gentleman surnamed Zhou, he will take good care of you and keep the Chu family safe.

  Fourth brother was at fault for what happened today, I am ashamed of you in this life, I am deeply sorry.

  The book is in a hurry, and I can't say enough. Qingshan road is long, Wangqing is kind and cherishes herself, soaring upwards.

   Rong Heng.

  September 1st.

  The sound of falling leaves rustled outside the window, and the house was extremely quiet, so quiet that only the sound of breathing was left, and the lonely shadow was mottled.

  Obtain this handwriting, read it repeatedly, like meeting an old friend.

   slammed into my heart.

   "Patter."

  A hot tear slid down, spilled on the letter paper, was wiped hastily, and still left a wet mark, which spread to the words, smudged the ink, and blurred the words.

  All the things he couldn't say, the loneliness he often heard in the play, are all on this short letter.

   This is the first letter he wrote to her, a farewell letter.

  I have sent hundreds of letters, and I can't wait for you to reply, but now, she prefers that he doesn't write.

  The brush and ink are spread out, the paper is full of absurdity, and the mind is doing what it wants to do, cutting apart the vast mountains and rivers.

   "September 1—"

   "It's September 1st..."

  Chu Jin'an stood in the room filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, holding the letter in one hand, murmuring these words over and over again, thousands of words stuck in his throat.

   It's the day they quarrel!

   It was the most hurtful thing she said before leaving!

  If she had known that it was the last meeting, how could she have left?

  Chu Jin'an could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of ink on the letter paper, and from this fragrance, he imagined how he was grinding in the study at that time.

   Facing the emptiness of her slamming the door and leaving, with what mood did he write this farewell letter?

  She resented him and hated him at that time, and she still cares about him to this day, but she never thought that he had arranged all the escape routes for her.

  He is such a thoughtful person, but in the matter of saving the country, he never left half a way out for himself.

A thin piece of letter paper in his hand is like a thousand catties, bearing the weight of mountains and seas, it is his heart, turned into a story he has never heard before, making Chu Jin'an's palms feel wet and burning, and he can't bear this restraint. The emotion of ritual.

  The letter fell from the hand, and a safety charm hidden in the envelope also fell out. The bright red color contrasted with the girl's old white skirt.

He fell to the ground.

  Chu Jin'an was stunned for a while, staring at it, his mind was completely blank, and it seemed like a landslide.

   is the peace symbol of Beicheng Temple.

  He never believed in Buddhism. He went up to the temple alone to pray for her safety. After three thousand steps were exhausted, his back was clear and calm in front of the Buddha's high platform.

   He never broke his word.

  Chu Jin'an's emotions, which were on the verge of extremes, finally completely collapsed at this moment. Countless days and nights, thinking day and night, pretending to be strong, unable to hold on, screaming like a tsunami.

  She held the peace talisman firmly in her palm, and she read the few lines over and over again.

  Why...why never tell her.

   "Fourth Brother..."

   "Fourth Brother..."

  From then on, the mountains, rivers, sun and moon are all the past, the loess is the bones, and the old man has not returned.

  He taught her not to sigh about the bleak future, not to think about the past, how could she forget? How to forget?

  After the bone is cut, the human heart is still there, only the heart is still beating, and the affection will not stop. The acquaintance of more than 20 years, why let go.

  The dead tree in the courtyard fell and grew again, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots. I hope no one will come back.

  Chu Jin'an couldn't support his body, and knelt on the cold ground, leaning over the suitcase full of luggage, tears streaming down his face, and he heard a voice in a trance.

   "It's safe today."

is it him?

  Chu Jin'an raised his head and saw his father's older face.

  Her throat choked, and she rolled out a hoarse word: "Dad..."

  (end of this chapter)